I washed my plate.

I started to walk back to the couch, with a bottle of Smirnoff in my hand. I turned to Tord.

He was just staring at his food.

He put his human hand over his mouth.

He got up as quick as lightning and ran

to the bathroom.

I placed the Smirnoff bottle on the bench, it fell over but I didn't care.

I ran after Tord.

I stood outside the bathroom.

All I could hear was Tord hauling and puking.

It went silent...

I opened the door.

Tord just sat next to the toilet.

His head was in his knees.

I saw him shaking.... a lot!

I then started to hear sobbing.

I walked up to Tord and sat next to him.

I put my arm around him. His shaking got slower and slower.

"Hey... are you ok?"

That was a stupid question.

"I...I'm feeling... better.."

Tord stuttered.

I felt something in my stomach.

Guilt.

I put both my arms around him.

Putting us into a hug.

He sobbed into my chest on my blue hoodie.

"You need to eat more, Tord, but if your going to puke after you eat. You need help."

I felt his head nodding against my chest.

I can't believe what Tord has gone through.